This story was originally published in the December 1971 issue of Outdoor Life. “The trouble with me,” moaned Mike Jacobs, “is that I shoot where they ain’t. I zig when they zag.” Mike had uncorked ...

Miss a dove, wait a few minutes and shoot the next one that comes along, or miss him, whichever the case may be. Eight or nine years ago, it became a tradition to meet at my house on the morning of ...

W.J. Mullican and I had done some preseason scouting and had located a 30-acre field of freshly harvested mil­let that was swarming with doves. We estimated that 1,500 to 2,000 of them were feeding in ...